Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.